~Experimental~ /~A TPOT AU~\

~Part 10~ Sudden Appearance

After a week of dwelling in his lab, Tennis Ball finally exited out and into the open, to the shock of many.

But he seemed...normal, besides his glasses being slightly cracked, he looked fine. With a pleasant smile on his face. He walked into his team's apartment, his team were surprised to see him in perfect condition.

"Where have you been, man?!" Pen asked TB. "Well, remember telling you about my invention?" TB asked. "Yeah...?" Pen replied.

"Well.. Here it is!" TB said before pulling out his medium sized invention. "It's for self-defense purposes, I thought it be nice." TB added, giving the device to Pen. "Th-... Thanks..?"

"No problem!" TB said before entering his room. As he closed the door, he immediately grabbed a pillow to scream into, lasting a 30 seconds. He then set the pillow back on his bed, flopping on it.

"I'm too far gone..." TB's left eye twitched. "If I stay back there... They'll be even more suspicious about me..." He added, slowly falling asleep, yawning. "At least I could fake it..." He looked over at his slightly broken glasses on his bedside desk. "I....I need new glasses..." He said before he fell asleep.

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He then woke up in a plain white void, when he walked in one direction, a wall of mirrors erupt both left and right of him. Startled, he moved to the other direction, more mirrors enclose him in the hallway maze of mirrors of insanity. 

He kept walking, and walking, and WALKING, until the white void darkened and turned into a maze of mirrors. His reflection in the mirrors distort into the maniac he's turning into. 

The more he ran, the more distorted the void became, the floors and mirrors dirtied with splotches of blood and corpses of objects. He stopped in his tracks, the mirrors crack and fall to the floor.

He turned around, seeing Golf Ball's undead corpse walking creepily towards him. He then felt the cold hands of Pen holding him down and TB struggled to escape Pen's dead grasp. GB's pace got faster, and faster, then lunging towards him. Waking TB up in a cold sweat.

". . .What's with those dreams lately...It's usually the same format with different settings..." TB quietly muttered, staring at the ceiling. "I'm not too sure if this is a mistake or not..." TB then heard soft thumping, when he tried to get up, he can't move a muscle.

He looked in the direction of the thumping, outside his bedroom door. The door opened, revealing...TB?. . . Yet, this Tennis Ball is more tall and opposing, object's blood coating his legs and now dirty fuzz. His eyes are nothing but void, his smile wide and sharp, as if hiding the pain and yet IS the pain.

The demon TB slowly approached TB, the clone's smile pierced TB's mind like a dagger. The clone then slowly sunk his sharp, blood coated leg onto TB's chest, digging through his torso as TB could do nothing, as he's stuck. As the clone was about to rip TB's core out, TB sat up from his bed, looking around the room for the demon version of himself, even looking at his chest, which is not damaged.

"Wh-. . . What the fu-"

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